Joan McNerney and Susan Feller

Susan Feller
Inspiration piece

Lost Landscape
By Joan McNerney


I am driving down a hill

without name on an

unnumbered highway.

This road transforms into

a snake winding around

coiled on hair pin turns.

See how it hisses though this

long night. Why am I alone?

At bottom of the incline

lies a dark village strangely

hushed with secrets.

How black it is. How difficult

to find what I must discover.

My fingers are tingling cool, smoke

combs the air, static fills night.

I continue to cross gas lit streets

encountering dim intersections.

Another maze. One line

leads to another. Dead ends

become beginnings.

Listening to lisp of the road.

My slur of thoughts sink as

snake rasps grow louder.

See how the road slithers.

What can be explored? Where

can it be? All is in question.



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